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______________________________________________________________ REAFFIRMATION OF ALLEGIANCE TO THE RENATIAN CROWN 6th of the Sun’s Smile, 1666 I, John Sarkozic, do affirm my allegiance, loyalty and service to the Crown of Renatus-Marna. The Duchy of Adria, and the Houses of Sarkozic, Vladovich, Ivanovich, and Begovic, will stand with unwavering loyalty and support to the Crown in the face of this so called rebellion. Additionally, we will fight alongside the crown with open arms in the ready efforts to crush any rebellion and the Stauntons alike. IN NOMINE DEI John Sarkozic, Duke of Adria, Baron of Dormont, Protector of the Midlands

You can use bonemeal on flowers to duplicate them. Leave shops for the players to run. There is a dye shop in the dominion. If you make everything come from shops there will be nothing left for players to sell and no in game economy.

It was not a large assembly. Banner guards, carrying the banners of Crow and Ram, posted outside the cathedral of Saint Emma. The tavern across the street boomed noise, a few drunken Adrian peasants stumbling out to peer on the noble marriage. Eimar var Burgundar embraced his soon-to-be son-in-law with the love of a father. The young duke, John, waited up at the altar as a quiet and timid bride, not one of many words, walked up the aisle. No, it was not a marriage of love; political intellectuals would remark, though, it was one of familial necessity. Amelia var Burgundar and John Sarkozic’s arms were wrapped in the banner of House Sarkoz. The priest spoke the hymns and ceremonies with effortless remembrance, though a spark of joy in his voice when the name of Sarkozic passed off his lips. The ceremony was not one of pomp, rather quick. With the marriage kiss, the Crows and Rams rose in cheer, which drowned out even the din of the tavernites. Like the two families joined in marriage, so too did the church-goers and the drinkers of the newly erected tavern. Out poured the Sarkozics, out poured the Burgundars, out poured the priest and the Vladovics and Ivanoviches, out poured the guards and down fell the flags. Merriment rang on through the night, as the celebratory groom became rowdily drunk. Though, his timid bride sat there with a content smile, glad in her new home of happy people and loud songs. The sun rose over the town of Belvitz, come early morning a town crier announced to the rising peasants. Our duke is married! Amelia var Burgundar, now Amelia Sarkoz, is our Duchess!

Jackster is a good guy that does not get super emotional. I feel this could be a strong asset as a GM. Good family values.

OOC MC Username: VonGrool Discord Username: you have it Have you joined the Renatus Discord server?: yes How active are you?: Active everyday IC Name: John Surname: Sarkozic Title: Duke Liege Lord: Aurelius Horen Gender: Male Date of Birth: n/a Race: Human Subrace: Highlander Culture: Mixed PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Height: Medium Height Weight: Slim Eye Color: Green Skin Color: White Hair Color: Brown Markings: None PERSONAL INFORMATION Residence: Belitz Occupation: Duke CITIZEN’S OATH OF LOYALTY I, John Sarkozic, hereby swear my loyalty to the King of the Crown of Renatus-Marna, and to uphold and obey the laws of the Crown as its loyal citizen. I understand the penalties and punishments that shall be incurred should I violate these laws.

John Sarkozic would hold the announcement that just arrived from the capital with the most recent llama caravan. He would wipe some grime off the notice and open it to peruse its content. After absorbing the meaning based on recent events and being at the capture of Curon, he would note to himself the competency of this Count of Gotha. Lord Eimar was definitely a power player in the realm and deserved this respect for his action against the traitors. Let it be known to any others who wished to cross Aurelius that those who are loyal to him can produce results against conspirators. It was also John's hope that Cyrilsburg would be torn down, the city being quite ugly to look at. If not town down, at least closed as to funnel more men and resources into the rest of the Kingdom of Renatus-Marna.

The crows circled the air, perching atop the cathedral. Below, a crowd was gathering. Men of noble standing, peasants of the fields, and riders of horse all mulling about. Yet silent, none spoke. No raevir curse, no greeting or goodbye. The crowd settled, only the chirping of birds and passing of the river played like a symphony in the air. Like the metre of a song, footsteps rose to a platform. A man adorned in red, white, and gold perched. His hair was jet black, like the plume of a raven, and rippled in the strong wind. A crier, which had travelled with the host, shouted for the attention of the crowd, yet it was not needed; every eye was trained upon the man: “I am John, though you all know. For we have travelled together, we have gathered in taverns and exchanged long-travelling letters. Strelts, stranniks, cossacks, warriors, traders, merchants. Once, our forefathers had dined in the same hall, under the same banner, with the same goal. With war, they were crushed, they were split, they were massacred, and then pitted against one another. Some of our ancestors were cut down in the night by assassin's blade, others executed on the block with no fair trial, fallen on the battlefield, decapitated in alleyways, pushed from buildings or perished in flames. Our livelihood, lay crippled by the butchery at Brelus. Here, I issue a bandage to that bloodshed! Here, I issue a mending of the ripped threads of brotherhood! Here, I issue a proclamation of our right to our home!” The Adrian Proclamation, 1661 15th of the Amber Cold To the lords of the human realm of Renatus, to the dissidents in the realm of Haense, to the raiders of Reivers, to the elves, to the orcs, to the dwarves, to the halflings, to all whose books record the rise and fall of the Adrian peoples. We, the people of Adria, lay claim once more to our great Duchy; none shall henceforth make jest of its name with false titular pride. We have gathered in the city of Belvitz, abandoned to the wind and left for our rejuvenation. The river shall give us trade and farming, the forest shall give us the hunt, and the buildings our homes. Here, we shall bring about the greatness of Adria, which had been assembled for a great period of time. We have thrown off the ages of suffering caused by those who would see us kill our own people. No longer shall the men and women of Adria meet with sword, bickering over blood. No longer shall we serve at the feet of those who descend from Butchers. No longer shall we watch idly as Savoyards and d’Amauries march their armies to dust, as dragons fly in circles and lose their own purpose. That time is long gone. Now is the time of the great dragons of Renatus, our glorious royal majesty Aurelius I, a kinsman of Sarkoz and Blackmont blood, has seen fit to bestow upon the House Sarkoz our old ducal seat. We have backed down a would-be rebellion against his authority and shall continue this legacy of loyalty, of order. We pay our respects to our forefathers with this proclamation. For they had met their ends at oft dishonorable or untimely means. They had laid the groundwork, and had built, this great goal called Adria. This proclamation recalls the great accomplishments, the sacrifice, the glory, the commitment of Saint Emma, Franz Vladovic, Victor Sarkozic, Hughes Sarkozic, Sigmar Vladovic, Kazimir Vladovic, Franz Sarkozic, Edmond Sarkozic, Vasili Vanir, and Siguine Barbanov. We mourn the Massacre at Wett, where so many lost their lives. We mourn, still, the loss of Hughes Sarkozic to an assassin’s blade. We mourn the loss of Brelus to that damned Butcher called d’Amaury. But we shake off these deaths, these massacres, this blood which has so entrenched us not to act for decades. We call upon King Karl II Barbanov of Haense to no longer lay claim to our titles, directly or indirectly. We call on him to drop his claim to the following titles, listed in order of importance: The Margrave of Adria, you are not an Adrian. Respect your fellow Karovic kin and drop this illegal claim so that the true Adrians may elect their own Duke of Adria, as is tradition. The King of Ruska, falsely claimed by His Majesty. The title of Ruska is reserved for one of unified raevir peoples. As of this proclamation, our peoples are still split. The Prince of Dules, Lahy, Sorbesborg, and Slesvik, which are honorary titles bestowed upon the Prince of Raev. As there has been no crowsmoot in centuries, you are not the Prince of Raev and have no right to these claims. We also call upon you to erase your pretender status to the following claims: The Protector of Highlanders, The Baron of Vsenk, the Baron of Kralta, and the Grand Duke of Krajia. We call upon any descendants of Adria to come home. Whether your grandfather was a farmer, a grey cloak, a tavern keep, a noble, or a priest. We were all Adrian, we are all Adrian. We call on all strelts, we call on all diaspora, those tossed to the wind by the chaos which shattered Adria, to come home. We extend this invitation, and an amnesty of any bad blood, to houses and peoples in the Kingdom of Haense. Any house of Karovic or Adrian blood, such as the cadet branches of Kovachev and Ruthern, are extended a seat and a position as elector in the newfound Duchy of Adria. Any common folk, gentry, or soldiers who draw their bloodline back to Adria or see in Adria what they have not seen in their current home of Haense, are offered safe travel and amnesty from their opposition to the Kingdom of Renatus, if they are to swear under the banner of Adria. We declare the end of the Adrian diaspora. Once more, the Adrian peoples gather and this time it is at the city of Belvitz; all Adrian nobles or would-be-nobles are called for we shall vote upon our Duke whence it is time. Signed, John Sarkozic, Duke of Adria, Baron of Dormont Messenger of the Adrian Diaspora, gathered once more

This guy would make a good gm and be able to provide the perspective of a very old player. He has been through it all before and will be able to help the GM Team. Good family values. +1

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The night was quiet as the small band of men approach the camp. They approach on foot, leading their horses born with the tools of war. This was a complex decision, being born out of frustration after years of exile and loss of title and prestige. These few men were hopeful to retake honor for the forgotten house. John would look to his brother, Edgar, and grin, the two of them never have tasting war before. They had marched from their adopted home in the keep of their distant related cousins. They had a house, but no home, and would soon see to remedying that. The new generation of Sarkozics were throwing in their lot with the Kingdom of Renatus-Marna over their relatives in the far South. John would turn to his men and family accompanying him and smile like the sun, looking to his banner emblazoned with the sigil of his house.

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Name: Prescott Denims Age: 30 Race: Human Place of Residence: n/a Occupation: Architect/City Admin Experience: None Will you swear an oath of allegiance?: Yes. (OOC) MC Name: VonGrool Discord Name: you have it Do you accept a PK clause?: Yes

*a note would be attached to the notice by one Gilbert Goldhand I support this change and hope it will bring stability and prosperity to the clan.